Chapter 63

Zhu Yao held his hands high with his horse steps, maintaining the posture of picking up the ghost leather staff, but the ghost leather staff had already rolled to the ground.

Yi'er looked at Zhu Yao with a confused expression, and even the yin man on the side was stunned, and looked at the two fierce ghosts that had driven to the top of Zhu Yao's head.

"I'm old, don't be stunned, save me-" Zhu Yao's expression was a little hideous, he slowly put his hand down and supported his waist, and his upper body stiffly leaned against the big stewed pot.

The Yin man reacted suddenly, but Yi'er's reaction was a little faster than his.

Yi'er jumped slightly, opened his hands and hugged one of the black gases, and when he bit down, the black gas was bitten into a gap, and the fierce ghost suddenly appeared.

"Roar—" The fierce ghost opened his mouth and let out a ghostly howl, his mouth full of fangs, and he bit down on Yi'er's neck.

Yi'er was obviously much more difficult to deal with than she had just dealt with the ghost, and she had to grab the ghost's two ghost hands with both hands, and kick one leg the ghost's chest, so that the ghost didn't bite.

But who would have thought that the fierce ghost's neck would actually stretch out, like plastic, and suddenly stretched out half a meter long, and even went around Yi'er's back and bit off the back of her neck.

Yi'er straightened up and leaned back, and just when the fierce ghost was about to bite the back of her neck, there were two popping sounds, and the two ghost hands of the fierce ghost were actually torn off by Yi'er.

"Quack—" The fierce ghost let out a scream, and its neck shrank back.

This series of actions all happened between the electric light and flint, Zhu Yao was so excited that he couldn't wait to applaud Yi'er, but he couldn't move with his hands on his waist, so he could only stomp his feet.

"Well done, my girl—" Zhu Yao yelled.

At this moment, another cloud of black gas fell on the top of Zhu Yao's head, and a blue-faced and fanged grimace stretched out from the black gas, spitting out a blue-green tongue, emitting a disgusting stench, dripping with green saliva and wrapping around Zhu Yao's neck.

"Damn, long-tongued ghost-" Zhu Yao was shocked, this kind of ghost is both ferocious and disgusting, the saliva in its mouth pickles the dark material of ghost bacon, but almost no one in the underworld is willing to collect the saliva of the long-tongued ghost, because even if you accidentally get a little bit of it, it will be haunted by the stench for months.

Zhu Yao's face turned green with fright, he was even willing to die, and he didn't want to be locked by the long-tongued ghost.

Bang –

Yi'er fell from the sky, holding two ghost hands in his hands, and slammed it on the head of the long-tongued ghost, hammering it out directly from the black qi and slamming it on the ground.

Seeing this, Zhu Yao gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his waist, took out a long knife from his pocket, and slashed at the tongue of the long-tongued ghost.

Poof-The knife fell in his hand, the tongue of the long-tongued ghost was cut off, and he flicked around on the ground, and the green saliva splashed with silk, staining Zhu Yao's body.

"Ahh You're paralyzed—" Zhu Yao scolded, if it weren't for the severe back pain, he would almost jump up in anger.

What's even more angry is that the yin man actually lost two powerful ghosts and fierce ghosts one after another, which made him feel distressed at the same time, and he gritted his teeth even more.

"Damn, you ghost fetus, if I don't destroy you today, Lao Tzu won't be surnamed Mo-" The Yin man roared angrily.

The Yin man raised his hands suddenly, his ten fingers kept shaking as if they were cramping, and all the black qi floating in the air began to tumble at the same time, and quickly gathered, gathering into a black cloud above Zhu Yao's head.

The ferocious ghost qi was suppressed, and even the powerful Yi'er was bent down. Zhu Yao sat on the ground with his buttocks, his waist trembled, and he grinned in pain.

At this moment, another yin man also rushed up, and he stood at the door of the top floor platform, looking at Zhu Yao with a cruel smile.

"It's over, you can't deal with any of them, and there are two of them-" Zhu Yao's heart sank to the bottom, and he put his hand in his pocket and took out the Hades God Stove.

That was his last hole card, even if he couldn't destroy these two Yin people, but it was more than enough to resist their attacks. After all, when the Underworld Gate was destroyed, the entire mountain gate collapsed, and Zhu Yao survived under the protection of the Underworld God Stove. What's more, he only needs to survive for half an hour and wait for Wu Xuehua to recover.

Speaking of this, Zhu Yao put his ear on the cauldron and listened, half an hour should be almost there.

Boom - the black cloud composed of ghost qi above his head actually made a thunderous sound, and a huge ghost skull slowly stretched out from the black cloud, his eyes flashed with ghostly fire, and the fangs in his mouth frame were interlaced up and down.

Zhu Yao leaned on the cauldron and slowly lifted the Immortal God Stove.

"Evil Devil, Engulf—" The Yin Man let out a low roar, and the huge ghost skull opened its jaw, almost covering half of the roof, and bit it down.

"Hades-" Zhu Yao shouted, but before the words fell, the cauldron he was leaning on suddenly bounced up, and he couldn't react, he fell backwards to the ground, so painful that he didn't finish his words.

The cauldron flew towards the big mouth of the ghost skull, but it missed a little and smashed into its fangs.

Ping Pong –

There was a crisp thud, and the pot shook violently, returning to its normal size, and then shattering into countless pieces.

Zhu Yao was distressed, but he was more excited, because after he lay down, he saw a standing figure.

"Hahaha, Dr. Wu—" Zhu Yao called out loudly.

Wu Xuehua lowered his head, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face. Then she looked at the yin man, and her gaze gradually became cold.

"You guys, you're really damned—" Wu Xuehua said coldly.

The Yin Man was shocked, he had heard of Wu Xuehua's power before he came, and he had single-handedly killed the masters of the Ghost Serving Sect and the Demon Sect, and even the foreign ghost who had infiltrated was not her opponent.

They dared to come today, but they also learned that Wu Xuehua was seriously ill, and disguised as someone from the hospital to test it, and they only dared to do it after they succeeded in trickery and phantom plots.

"Hmph, old goddess, if you weren't sick, we wouldn't dare to come. But now, you are dying, and I must not be afraid of you. Lao Ke, let's join forces, Lao Ke, eh? Lao Ke-" The Yin Man shouted a few times, but there was no response behind him, and he suddenly looked back to see that the Yin Man who was still standing at the door of the top floor just now was gone.

"Fuck your uncle, you actually ran away!" The Yin Man scolded, and he suddenly found that not only Lao Ke was gone, but even his Mo Boss had never chased him to the top floor from beginning to end.

"Damn, you left me alone—" The Yin Man was resentful.

Wu Xuehua looked at the Yin Man expressionlessly, as if he was watching him perform, and after he was almost talking to himself, he said, "Finished?" Then suffer death—"

As he spoke, Wu Xuehua slowly raised his hand.

The Yin Man's face was full of horror, he raised his hands in the air, and pulled down sharply, and the huge ghost skull swooped down with a howl.

Wu Xuehua didn't raise his head, he raised his hand slightly, his five fingers were slightly bent, and he held it.

There was a creaking sound in the air, as if it had been crushed by a machine, and the huge ghost skull was instantly pinched into a twist, and the ghost qi gathered in the air collapsed with a bang.

"Wow-" The Yin man spat out a mouthful of old blood, his face was stupidly white, and his chest was deflated.

"Ahem, cough, ahem—" Wu Xuehua also coughed violently, she was a little unsteady on her feet, her body was lower, her hands were propped on her knees, and she was panting heavily.

"Doctor Wu-" Zhu Yao was very worried, but his back hurt, and he waved his hand at Yi'er, who immediately understood and stepped forward to support Wu Xuehua.

Wu Xuehua waved her hand, she took a deep breath, stood up again, and raised her hand towards the yin man.

Seeing this, the yin man was so frightened that the was about to collapse out, he quickly spit out the blood in his mouth, and shouted loudly: "Wait, wait a minute-"

"What are your last words?" Wu Xuehua asked lightly.

Yin took a few breaths, slowly got up, and knelt down in front of Wu Xuehua.

"I, I surrender—"